Malick came at last. Kateesha felt him before she saw him, an ocean wave rolling toward the room. He came in like a silent crash, waves smashing into the rocks. He'd clipped his long white beard so that it hugged his chin, and trimmed his hair so that is barely brushed his shoulders. He enjoyed cutting it to different lengths each day, only to see it regrow the next night. "The beauty of change, without such commitment."

Like the others, he wore a long robe, his colored like ...